מילים לשיר Breathe Easy – Lox

Yeah yeah yeah, L SP Killer Niggas don't know how we bout to come this time None of that shit No more shiny suits (Sheek Luchion) We gonna R.U double F.R.Y.D.E (Jadakiss) Revolver, semi Hooptie getaway driver Breathe Easy (Sheek Luchion) Murder or get murdered Explain thing further Verse 1: (Styles Paniro) Half of the hustle, half of them killers All of them Niggas wanna kill Paniro Cause beef is like a brand new car Better send the guerrilla's Everytime I sleep I die Wish I was gone (ya know) You better ride Felt dumb when I was young I used to wish I was on Niggas thinkin' they the don I'ma stay blunted and red with one in the head Till their shit get bombed I put 4 in your shootin' arm 2 in your legs Like 10 in your chest The last one in your head I give you the whole clip, Knocked off the pack, flossed and no chips like you cheated and stole shit You know the business Empty rap kill your co Keep it male and catch a body in trial If you want a Nigga dead than do it Holiday Styles Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth Verse 2: (Sheek Luchion) Yo, yo, yo I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack One pair of clothes, 2 hoes and buggy with that Wanna beef me?, y'all Niggas is borrowin' heat While your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the project Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound Meanwhile this Nigga got his guns to your noggin He clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you dance You should have spent it on some guns Instead of Iceberg pants What, L.O.X. off top, pullin' our triggers With our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali Niggers(WESTSIIIDE) Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckers There's a new Stead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with her then I'm killin' the babysitter Y'all Niggas all clowns in Sheek eyes Your moms would wear glasses, with the nose disguise around me Talkin greasy Big but crack easy Y'all like watermelons Verse 3: Now if you know Jay, (Jadakiss) I never been a brother to front I be in L.A. wearin' any colors I want Rock guns like shirts, block under the punk And I put somethin' hot, anyone of you chumps And I know a few of you wanna get my watch But it a be funeral if you get my watch It ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the Lox' wealth Run up in a gunstore, cop the top shelf The Crack Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now You know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brown Ice down, in my roll look like nighttown To all y'all lil' Jada's for the 1000th time And just because you might have seen me, I recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymes in and out of your house Is no way that she gon have a baby out of her mouth Chorus: till end.